7 Jul 2004

There are dreams that we wish we’d forget.
There are secrets that we will never know.
There are wonders that nobody ever sees.
There is love that pours out never to touch anyone.
There is time only to do a few of so many important things.
There is at the end, death, from which none escape.

And yet, this day can be so sweet.

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:05 pm

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